Beside the Cabin

I try to keep in touch wherever I am

I don’t say I love you

I don’t say I worked it out

The sun comes in the skylight

My work calls to me

Sweet as the sound of the creek

Beside the cabin in Tennnessee

I listen at my desk

And I am almost ready to forgive

The ones who tried to crush us

With their fine systems

Your beauty is everywhere

Which we distilled together

Out of the hard times

You will never feel me leading you

Forever I escape your homage

I have no ideas to shackle you

I have nothing in mind for you

I have no prayers to put you in

I live for you

Without the memory of what you deserve

Or what you do not deserve

– Leonard Cohen